MVC The Next Chapter

24 Hours ….. it’s coming. Are you ready for it? For me? For the story?

A serialised account of a therapist having a breakdown. In bite size chunks. It was originally written as a book, called Tales of the Unexpected. There are parts of that that will never see the light of day. The truly dark stuff – the account I am so grateful I managed to document in real time… but those aspects, just some of them, are best left in the past.

The rest, the remainder, the other unexpected, well: it’s coming. In the form of little pieces, prose, poetry and audio accounts of 24 hours… Here’s the first excerpt (full piece on the way in different forms):

“Another twenty four hours – and you’d be dead”

A voice, my inner voice, whispers to me, as I sit here in the smoking shed of the suicide prevention unit. The year is 2013 and my entire life, that wasn’t so great to begin with: has imploded. It’s game over. It has been imploding for quite some time, if I think about it: maybe it was always imploded and I have just been in denial. But now. Here. As I watch the wisps of cigarette smoke drift away, along with my dying dreams: I can no longer deny it.

Today is the exhale. I have been here for a few days now, a few days of wondering how the hell I got to this place. Today I breathe out, and accept. That, yes, I am in this place.

And so the healing begins.

Oh that sounds so romantic doesn’t it? Well, friend, sorry: but right now, although I know, truly know that this voice is correct, absolutely am aware that had I not been given this bed in ‘the loony bin’ as I call it – at this time – I would have thrown myself off that balcony:

I also know: That with an imploded life…

recovery might not be possible.

With no family: healing takes longer: decades longer. Alone…. I might not make it.

Oh, wait, actually: if you are still reading this: you did wait. Thank you.

Spoiler alert friend: it’s now 2026…. I did make it.

Just in case you were worried there for a moment… So let’s not just let the healing begins …. Let’s allow the adventure to begin yes? It’s not pretty. It’s not handsome. It is harrowing, scary, dark and unpredictable.

But I gotta say friend, a decade or so later, and decades after the childhood stuff, and a couple of decades after the abandonment stuff/s… I am so fucking grateful I made it.

So how would you like to know about it? A story? A poem? A personal vlog and cute voice note?

I can do all of that for you… for me… for us….

Fancy unravelling the adventure of life together?

Welcome friend… this… this… this`…

Is My next Chapter! Matt VC xx

PS this is more freewritey than what is to come in this series… I hope it will be in styles to suit you… stay close… there will be many twists and (unexpected) turns! xx